Bab 72: 32. Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun.
Mariella was happy. She had radar. Damon had already given her a long-acting anti-nausea drug and was looking after her. Damon was the protector of all pregnant women at all times during pregnancy and was very particular about what each one ate. Especially Mariella. And then Mimi was without radar. She seemed to be happy about it.
Mariella didn't know why. This was their second reproductive season, and everything was still so new, and she couldn't bother to think about Mimi. She just couldn't. At least she was pregnant and expecting their puppies. She loved to be pregnant and she just could not understand what had happened between Damon and Mimi her not wanting to be pregnant and have cubs with him.
Of course, Damon had told her about the argument, or how he had driven her away, but come on, it was over a year and how come Mimi could hold on to her anger so long? Damon had tried to mend things, but she was not interested. She was with Adam and Charles.
Mariella said, "It's all so new, and when Mimi didn't participate in the heat, maybe that's it. I don't know. I haven't read that many books on heat or alpha females, so I don't know. Annoying on the one hand, but then again, my dear, you have one less to look after."
Damon did not reply to anything. It was like he had let her go, not wanting to even try to be with Mimi. That suited Mariella very well. She was more than happy to keep him all by herself and let him take care of the wolves, of course, but with no drama because of Mimi, maybe this season would be amazing.
Mariella was now very much in love with Damon and wanted to keep him to herself again. She just loved him and wanted sex a lot. Pregnancy boosted her libido quite high, too.
I managed to get Charles into bed quite easily and was happy. Charles was dominant and possessive. He was very relaxed after our releasement session, and he swore to me that this would happen again whenever I felt like it. And Salvatore, neither of them, would get any idea what we would do. He told me that I was unloading some sort of energy or power made out of my feelings, good and bad, and as an energy creature, he took it all and it was like a drug to him. Our time in bed was now very rough.
Half the time it took for him to mark me as his own and say, "Mimi, you are mine, and the fact that you don't have a radar is only to my advantage. Damon won't interfere with you, and we can be alone. Mariella has Damon to be her gestational guardian, so honey, I'm all yours. I feel like this has again brought us so much closer to each other. I just found a whole new side of you. This power from your feelings, honey, there are no words to describe exactly how it makes me feel."
I laid on top of Charles and said, " You know, I haven't slept terribly well in a long time. That sedation messes with my head so badly. Every time it takes me a while to get myself right. Just think, Salvatore has my panel, and he put on them, one. I don't unpack the meds, but the sedative is allowed to stay and not break down. Two. The metabolism to low, again that even a minor decomposition will not work. Three. the pain threshold was as low as he could. And he still hasn't fixed all of them. When Damon just can't get it through his head, how awful I feel about being sedated! He just can't. He did not know and I have no energy to even try to make him see. Sometimes I feel like my function in this pack is to suffer, so he and Mariella can have a good time in bed and it feels from time to time so damn unfair."
Charles looked at me and said, "Honey, I'm here. I won't make you suffer. I keep you safe. You can sleep now. I'll protect you. I will never let anything bad happen to you. I believe in you, honey. Remember that. I believe in us and our love. Always. Go to sleep, everything will be alright..."
He petted and soothed me for a while and then started to purr. Charles' purring is wonderful. It somehow goes through my whole body and calms me down in a good way almost immediately. It keeps me safe and gives me such a feeling of security and love. I fell asleep on Charles, with him still purring at me.
Mariella was walking, she was checking this place for too and she heard something from one room. So she stopped, eavesdropped on one room, and watched as Mimi slept on Charles and he purred on Mimi. Charles had never once purred to Mariella, and she was now very jealous.
She knew Damon was her protector during pregnancy, but what was it about that little bitch that thought she was so fucking much better than everyone else that Charles wouldn't leave her alone? And how Charles had marked Mimi all over. No wonder Mimi won't breed when she just wants Charles. Mimi did not respect Damon as she should have.
Mariella went to Damon and said, "Honey, Mimi is sleeping on Charles, and Charles is purring on her. He has marked her all over and he seems so damn smug, caressing her while she sleeps on top of him. He's never purred to me. I just think it's wrong somehow."
Damon looked at his wife for a moment and sighed. Hormones were starting to kick in again, so Mariella was feeling a little, well, let's just say, demanding. Damon knew exactly what Mimi went through that year and because Charles had been her security, it was only natural that she would sleep and rest with him. Damon regretted so many things in his life and past he could not change, not yet anyway.
He wrapped his arms around Mariella and said, "Darling, don't worry about them. I'm here. It's all right. We are together and we are having litters, many cubs and it will be so wonderful. "
He started to purr and give her a really strong fucking purr. and got her to go to bed and unpack a bit. Damon thought, quite sarcastically, in his mind," Well, the puppy season is off to a good start, a splendid start. "
This would take a lot out of him and even with no Mimi making cubs, he had in his hands three hormonal females and a lot to do, too.
Charles sighed, and he would quickly go back to Mimi after eating. Sure, Salvatore can make those nightmares go away when he puts his mind to it, but he has done nothing about it since that one time, not even when there were opportunities.
Even though Charles was now a vampire, and that brought a whole new set of instincts into play, he didn't feel he had changed so much that he could, for example, be as cold as Damon sometimes is to Mimi.
Yes, he remembered in the early days, when he saved Mimi, how Damon was with her just like he was now with Mariella. That had been a whole different version of Damon, a mere bubble of him he had done in reaction to Damien's influence.
Everyone knew Mariella was Damon's priority, and always would be, and yet he tried to control Mimi's life as much as he could. Like the whole flea thing, if the solution had been that simple when Damon is lazy and doesn't bother to listen to Mimi or do the work for more than three hours.
Charles decided that, whenever possible, Mimi would be his priority. He could not promise always and every time because the wolves and Mariella might try to sabotage him. But always as he could, Mimi was his first.
He was Mariella's protector and caregiver, but he didn't yet feel the same emotional bond for her as he did for Mimi. Perhaps it was because Mariella was so taken and devoted to Damon that she didn't need Charles like Mimi did. But now he had to pick up the pace again to finish his dinner and go give Mimi some close-up care. He got great satisfaction from it. It almost made his soul sing. To keep her in his arms, feeling her next to him, keeping hold of her. Trusting to him and relaxing so fully, resting and dreaming. He loved to hear all the little noises that she made in her sleep. She was so freaking cute when she really slept.
I woke up alone, and it was dark. I remembered that I fell asleep on Charles, and he purred at me. I had no idea how long I had slept, but I felt pretty good already.
Soft footsteps were coming closer, and the smell of apples reached my nose. I sat up when Charles came into the room and said, "I'm here. We can go on, you're still quite damn exhausted. It is like you couldn't sleep for a year."
I sighed and thought; you have no idea how close, Cornick, that statement of yours came.
I said, "I'm starting to feel more refreshed. You are lovely. How long have I been asleep?"
Charles had already come to bed and very efficiently pulled me back to lie against him and said, " A week, but don't worry, go back to sleep. You need to sleep still. That I can sense from you."
He started to purr, and I couldn't help it. I was so safe as long as I could be, so I fell back asleep. I was there where I wanted to be. This was my security.
Mariella told Damon when two weeks into the pregnancy, and they were halfway through. "Honey, Mimi has been sleeping with Charles for over a week now. He seems to be glued to her, purring at her, protecting her. She's been exhausted. Do you want to do something about it?"
Damon looked at her for a moment and stroked her.
He was now trying to begin to accept that fact that year broke something inside Mimi so badly and it also broke something between them so badly that their bond, once so vibrant and strong, just before that year, was now a mere whisper limp, lifeless and nothing was coming to him. He didn't know what or how to fix it. Could he ever get Mimi to trust him at all? Was he worthy of her trust?
Damon knew that forever was a long time, and without Mimi's trust, it somehow felt too long. But he was helpless in the face of this. The whole fucking thing, when it was his fault, and he drove Mimi away. If only he'd think. Forever without Mimi. Hard place to accept.
He tried to focus on the fact that he had Mariella and it should be enough.
Damon said, "Let them be. We have each other, and that's enough. "
They still continued their passion in bed, as the pregnancy boosted their libido quite a bit, so Mariella was more insatiable than usual. Mariella wondered why Damon had given up on Mimi so completely. Was he so mad at her for not coming on the radar or what? But she didn't have to think about Mimi anymore as the lust inside her began to grow and demanded some real action.
I woke up out of bed by myself, and there was an enormous bouquet on the bedside table with the message. I felt refreshed and rested. My mind could now even function at some point.
"Honey, I had to go fuck pregnant demanding wolves. Love Charles. " His handwriting was neat, precise, not so flowery as Damon's, and I had no doubt that he could write very beautifully if he wanted. My life was about to start. Maybe it would be time for me to smile again.
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